The fires of hell are burning near,
Eating the hills alive.
Things alive have had to run,
Hoping they will survive.
The moon hung blood red in the sky last night.
An ominous sign of death.
Brave men and women are fighting the flames,
And fighting to catch a clean breath.
The smoke curls over the city
An evil veil of doom.
Shrouding its work and hiding the death,
Until winds reveal the blackened ruin.
The sun tries to shine but weakly,
Through the thick smoke it shows
A thin pallor of its normal glory
Weakened by the smoke from below.
Brave men fight on and will eventually win,
But at what cost will this fire bring?
Death, destruction, blackness and ruin.
The roar of hells fires now sing.